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New York City has a new web portal for teens. Click on www.nyc.gov/teen to find information, resources, and help.


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Featured Story

Getting Back My Heart
image by Teodoro Romero
Getting Back My Heart
After my mother put me in care, it took a long time to reconnect.

"Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" my mother asked me with a tear rolling down her cheek. Lots of thoughts were running through my head, but I couldn't find the words to answer her question. I had just gotten arrested for shoplifting, and I was ashamed of myself.

For the past year and a half I'd been messing up my life, but I didn't realize it. Hanging out with my friends and smoking weed was like living a dream for me. I didn't have to worry about anything. Every time I got high all my stress went away.

Back then I was too stupid to realize that my friends were only there when I had money in my pocket. And I didn't notice that what I was doing was pulling my mother and me apart. I wasn't listening to her at all, and I'd rarely be home to help her.

When my mom picked me up from the precinct I felt like there was no future for me. It's hard to admit, but I was depressed.

My Last Chance

I didn't know what to expect from my mother, but she didn't give me any punishments. "This is the last chance that I'm going to give you," she said.

For the next couple of weeks I tried to stay away from negativity, but the craving for weed kept pulling me back to my friends like a magnet. And that's when my friends had this crazy idea of running away. At first I was like, "Hell no," but after a couple of blunts I didn't care.

We went to Times Square and spent a couple of days there, but after a while I was broke and tired, so I decided to go home. It was around 5:30 in the morning and I was about to get on the train when a couple of police officers stopped me and asked me for ID.

After asking me more questions they said that I had to come with them. And that's when I got really nervous. Did they have a warrant for my arrest? Did my mom report me missing? What was going on?

"I'm just going to check on you and call your parents," the cop told me. "Now sit down and be quiet."

When he finally reached my mother, I felt relieved that I had someone on my side to pick me up. . .

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